My significant other is usually up in the wee hours playing World of Warcraft and it's all my fault.
A few years ago, because my job exhausted me and made me useless in the evenings, I got into the habit of rising three hours earlier so I could write. Trouble was, my desk and chair were squeezed into what we laughingly called our breakfast nook and whenever I'd get up for more writing juice (coffee, right?) my chair would bump the wall. And it would wake my sweetie.
Wide awake, my sweetie would cast around for something to do to while away the pre-dawn hours. Eventually, World of Warcraft became that something.
And even though I long since gave up the habit of rising early to write, my significant other seems stuck with it. One of these days, I'm going to ask what makes those bumps that keep waking me up.
A few years ago, because my job exhausted me and made me useless in the evenings, I got into the habit of rising three hours earlier so I could write. Trouble was, my desk and chair were squeezed into what we laughingly called our breakfast nook and whenever I'd get up for more writing juice (coffee, right?) my chair would bump the wall. And it would wake my sweetie.
Wide awake, my sweetie would cast around for something to do to while away the pre-dawn hours. Eventually, World of Warcraft became that something.
And even though I long since gave up the habit of rising early to write, my significant other seems stuck with it. One of these days, I'm going to ask what makes those bumps that keep waking me up.
